The billionaire who delivered major league sports to Las Vegas rides in a black SUV with tinted windows and private security at the wheel, an ex-military man like himself. Outside, the sun sets on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving—first over the peaks of Red Rock Canyon, then over the quiet desert suburbs of Summerlin, where his purchase of a house in March 2015 earned coverage in the local papers. A few years ago, when Bill Foley was merely providing title insurance from Jacksonville, bottling wine in Napa Valley and running 30,000 acres of western Montanan ranchland, the public had no interest in his daily doings. That was preferable. "I don't like being out in front of people, having to be...
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